drowning of the dead, drowning in the sea of life, as you fight against the tide spinning in a whirlpool, a lifetime flashes by take the road of despair, the path of destruction followed by the jackals, that tear at your flesh

hear the voice command, it’s hunger must be fed, line up to die join the dance of the dead

gaze into the mirror, see the empty eyes, feel the world closing in the void comes ever nearer, feel the knife at your throat it’s edge cuts in deep, screaming for the pain to stop, while you live it never will the noose in pulling tighter, life hangs by a thread, and now you can only give way as you’re choked into submission, so your will is broken, join the living dead parasites start to feed, on the life that seeps away

hear the voice command, it’s hunger must be fed, the tune of sorrow playing begin the dance of the dead